If you haven't guessed already, I've always been a bit perverse. I am one of the few who enjoys going to the dentist. There is some anxiety, hoping that I won't have a cavity, but all in all I love the feeling of freshly cleaned and polished teeth.
My dentist is close to work, I can sneak over for a check up very easily. She hasn't always been my dentist. When my old dentist retired I finally consented to visit the dentist Pkin had been raging about for years. Then when I moved to my current work location, the appeal was even more. She's a good dentist, have great hygienists and a kind of wacky receptionist (Pkin and I wonder about that one frequently, she just doesn't fit the rest of the staff.)
Since my dentist is so close and I have fairly good looking teeth, people at work often ask for a referral. And I've been giving them. Apparently, my co-workers have large dental needs and our dentist is very happy to have these new clients. She sent this:
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